Crisp air stork
Delivering joy
Did you pray for a baby boy
Or did dreams just fly away
In disarray?
The fire dressed fog
Wash over the countryside
The mud holds down the cold inside
No comfort in trench
No moisture can quench
Cross the line
When priority slips
We don't condone the dignity ripped
Live a life in a day
Know no other way
Tribe
Last moments with it
Spear
Hit a birdie with it
Fear of the man
Gaze down on him
Now cry
For last moments with it
Years that go by
Never seem to grow
Closing the eye
Another seed to sow
Remember when you were much bigger
Remember when you were much quicker
To let it die
To let it die
To let it die
To let it die
To let it die
To let it die
To let it die
To let it die